Get Ready (Explicit)

Broady Boy：

Uh Ride to this

Yeah I'm bringing the heat tho huh

Uh

I hope you're ready

Riders Uh

Get Ready

KFB

Let's get real tho

Woah

Yo What you know about Dug Out Daughters

Bugged out snorters

Getting caught in the crossfire

**** 'bout borders

Chow Mein Chicken Wings Quarter Waters

Hot Blocks Nail Slots Water borders

Price heights

Plots to extort and fought us

Yellow Tape White Chalk and four reporters

Quarter-less with bugs

50 Tryna record us

What's all this

The thugs of the loot and love uh

New trees Kufi's

Gots apparel and Coogi's

Pit fights 2 G's and uh

Shaking get mud up

What up I'm trying to eat

Gutters draining the tears for my crying street

Heavy-weighters rocking hot roaders

Below freezing

We pass L's and play pastels in the low season

Yell "Buck Up" and throw G's and

While weaker links get slapped for no reason

Ghetto Livin'

Pedal to the Metal Driven

Vision of 3 acre paper

And a medal living

Propellers to get them gems to get you jealous

You trying to see the ceiling so we keep ******* and sellers

Retail man the fiends I see sell that

TV's Speakers CDs that's the Hat-trick

That's it murder and s*x

Cheap highs birdies and becks

Cop 30 tecs step on steps and spray 'em

Brrrap bap bap

At 2:45 AM blinds cracking open as if hoping for mayhem

50 stay on the same beat survey 'em

Cop rips be there when he weigh 'em

It's game the game play 'em

100 foldin' to the sun's cold

This one's gold control

Of funds guns and gold

Cats clap for riches

Sacrilegious

Rocking across cracking on packs and jigga's

I just max ridiculous

Everybody is coming

Like Tinelli in the morning

MC's ******* ready

For war

Kobe Bryant：

Uh yeah K.O.B.E. who ya thought

Baby

My mind's in 380

I'll spray you down baby

Flawless baby

Safrus baby

When you cock back baby it's bah bah baby

Thought that navy

I work out lazy

Nah we run it down

Hard like Michael John-son and them

Maurice and them

Hollows tip for Macs chasing backs

With y'all broke a*s raps

Hanging gold plaques

I was platinum before I was heard from ooh

Got y'all pissed I'm a hater's worst wish

Market Will Smith-ish

Realness Jay Z-ish

Word of mouth that you running off with your tongue

The success couldn't catch me so you let your hate run

It ain't hard hop in the booth

Spit like y'all so crown here little six there

And Dialor

Please c'mon now follow me come now

Maybe I'll place you on my album boost your style

Give you a line here a little hook there

Now let us know I do that for you

You're not prepared

The year is mine

Y'all can't rhyme

Tax write off is how y'all cats got signed

No not your scale c'mon dawg keep it real

How do you feel when you hear a loud n***a spill

Probably frustrated your lines are outdated

Then you rip your rap pages you know that you created

But couldn't this gracious

Y'all need to stop hating

K.O.B.E. the hottest man since Satan

Everybody is coming

Like Tinelli in the morning

MC's ******* ready

For war

Everybody is coming

Like Tinelli in the morning

MC's ******* ready